Dear Dr.

Dear Doctors,

Thank you for your time and dedication to learning the most up to date studies in modern medicine. However, I am not convinced that modern medicine is the path for me. You see, I have not been so lucky. I feel as though I am the product of some improvised, half-cocked experiment. I don't feel cared for at all. I only feel misguided. Can you help me?

I have gone from doctor to doctor. I have been told many things. From "it's normal" and " it's in your mind," to "it's allergies," "it's because you need this drug," and "it's NOT that." But, none of it has helped.

I have never been asked "is this helping?"

What if you asked me? Or what if you asked "do you feel better?" What if you asked "What is the result you are looking for?" What if you asked?

If you asked, then I would say "no." No, it's not helping. No, I don't feel better. And what am I looking for? I am looking to feel whole. Not again, just for once. I am tired and I need your help. I don't need a band aid or a drug pitch. I need you to look at me. Observe me. Take time to see MY situation. And help me create a plan to fix me.

But you don't.


You don't take the time to listen. You don't have time to discuss what I really want to know--or, rather, what I don't want to know.

I don't want to know what the latest trials say. I have been a part of the generation of trials. The generation with the highest obesity rates, highest skin, kidney, and thyroid cancer rates (incidentally these are the same organs you would expect to take a significant hit from the types of drugs being placed on the market), highest suicide rates, and highest ADHD rates just to name a few. Scary things happen when we jump on the bandwagon of preliminary trials.

I don't want to know your opinion about specialized medicine. I want to see a specialist. You are not an allergist, a gastroenterologist, or a psychologist. So, please keep you ideas to yourself. Don't make me beg, plead, and holler. Just send me where I need to go and let the rest alone.

I also don't want to know your opinion of my parenting practices. You have seen me for three minutes. How dare you label me as overbearing, or reckless, or uneducated, or whatever else you want me to be so that you can ignore me. Beyond that, how dare you speak to me as if you know that I am what you say I am. What business is it to you?

If you would ask, then you would know that I am scared.

Scared that you will look right through me when I talk. Scared that you just want to get through this and move on. It seems that you have been told what to tell me and you expect me to follow suit. You don't look at my darling children and worry over the risks. You ignore my questions because you don't want to know. Why are babies dying? Why are cases of sever allergies and autism mounting? Why is infertility a bigger issue than ever before? Why are kids still getting measles and mumps? Why do I need to prevent this when it can raise the risk of THAT?

Since you won't ask, I will. Sadly, I already know the answer:

"It's simple, just take this pill."

Signed,

Concerned Mother